Maladicta

Maladicta was wearing her uniforms, sans jacket, sword at her hip, hair tied tightly back so it was kept out of the way. She didn't quite run to the IPD office, but she strode purposefully enough- past the coffee, past people waking up, confused and panicked already- where no one made a move to greet her, let alone stop her. She pushed the door to the office open with a fair amount of force and stalked in.

"I'm going out, and I'm not waiting for a team of volunteers to be gathered, prepped, and sent," she said. "I'm taking rations from the kitchen and water. I thought I should let you know."